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窗纸窗,不仅仅是修饰,在事物的背面,窗掩藏了卑微。更多隐秘的悲伤,不可弃,它们有着被辛酸豢养的初衷。一层窗纸太薄了,太微不足道了,但就是这一层纸,充满了无限的玄机,成功或者失败都需要伸出自己的手,去大胆地捅破。被包容的黑暗,就会血液般流淌,此刻还很鲜嫩,如果时间长了,就会变味,甚至腐朽。风换了风向,北风变南风,或者南风变北风,换来换去,始终为了把两具纠缠不清的身体,分开又合拢,合拢又分开。打开窗,世界又向前推进了一大步,我用歌唱还原了内心深处的符号,把它们放飞,在晴空蓝天下,像鸟雀一样自由飞翔。
Window paper window, not just modified, in the back of things, the window hides humble. More hidden sadness, can not be discarded, they have the original intention of upbringing. A layer of window paper too thin, too insignificant, but it is this layer of paper, full of infinite mystery, success or failure need to extend their own hands to boldly pierce. Contained darkness, it will be blood-like flow, at the moment is still very tender, if over time, it will taste bad, or even decadent. The wind changed the direction of the wind, the north wind changed southerly, or the northerly wind changed north, in exchange for, always in order to the two tangled body, separated and closed, closed and separated. Open the window, the world has taken a big step forward, I use the song to restore the heart of the symbols, flying them, flying in the blue sky, like a bird flying freely.